Rewrite the Scars

Chapter 5

My alarm pulled me from my restless sleep, after previously snoozing it three times. I begrudgingly pulled myself out of bed, stretching to wake my muscles for the day. I dragged myself into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and combed through my wild hair. I decided against wearing makeup, and trudged back into my room, to grab clothes from my closet. I decided on black leggings, a light gray, cropped hoodie, and white vans. I pulled my hair into a messy bun. I picked up an eyeshadow pallet, the same color of my hair and a fluffy brush. I turned my head to the left to look at my mission in the mirror. Starting about two inches behind my hairline and stretching across the side of my head, stopping just short before the curve of my head, was a white scar, given to me by my soulmate. I didn't know how it happened, only that it appeared when I was four or five years old. I dipped the brush into the powder and dabbed it onto the scar. In under a minute, the long disfiguaration was gone. I looked over myself in the mirror one last time, then headed into the living room. Due to snoozing my alarm too much, I had no time to eat breakfast, so I had to go to school hungry.

Since all of my stuff was in my backpack, I had no need to stop at my locker; I began to walk to class. As I passed my locker, I saw a particular tall boy leaning against it. I stopped in my tracks, and turned around, walking up to him.

"I see you're taking my advice about the backpack," Karsyn grinned.

"We'll see," I replied, shrugging, "It's already hurting my back,"

"Teens have bad enough posture as is. There's no harm in ruining it a teeny bit more," He chuckled, "So, what's the damage from last night?"

"I'm just on cleaning duty for the rest of the week. It's no biggie,"

"For real? Damn, if that were my mom, I'd be grounded for a month and my ass would've been beat with a chancla. Your mom is so chill,"

"For the most part,"

I turned around to be greeted by a tall, dark-haired girl. Her blue eyes staring down into my brown ones.

"Hi, Mallory right?" she asked, "Jamie mentioned you yesterday and said you were coming to my party on Friday,"

"That would be her," Karsyn butted in, I gave him a quick side-glare before returning my eyes to the model before me.

"I'm Isabella," she beamed, revealing a white, straight, dimpled smile.

Now that she was up close, I could make out the features on her face. She had a narrow face with high cheekbones. Her lips were full and plump. She had a freckled button nose, perfectly angled brown eyebrows, and icy blue eyes framed by thick, long, black lashes. I instantly regretted my decision to not wear makeup. Compared to her, I looked like a troll. Today, she was in faded jeans with rips all the way up and down, and a figure-hugging cropped t-shirt, once again showing off her  thin hour glass figure and her belly button piercing. This also made me regret my outfit choice. I wrapped my arms around myself, covering up my slightly revealed stomach, pulled at the hems on my sweatshirt sleeves, and lowered my head slightly in an attempt to hide my unpampered face.

"Nice to meet you," I replied, lying through a fake smile. She made me--a solid seven--look like a two, just by standing near me

"That's like the first nice comment I've gotten from another girl here," she smiled, "I guess other girls don't take too kindly to new students,"

"It's the competition. It's not every day we get a tall, pretty, intimidating new girl,"

"You're so sweet," She laughed a suspiciously perfect laugh.

"That's Mal for you," Karsyn, again interrupted.

I was, now, beyond annoyed, "Well, I love to stay here and chit-chat," I gritted, putting on the happiest, and fakest teenage girl voice I could muster, "But I have a class to go to,"